where does time really go
like a river water flow
where or whence it came
like a single burning flame
so a question must arise
just like those high tides
what lights up the moonlit sky
plus what happens when we die
all these questions we must ask
as we sit with our flask
what's the point of spaceship craft
brr I'm cold on this raft
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A question I have asked myself so many times yet the answer eludes me. I think it is beyond our level of three dimensional comprehension to fathom the answers to the question. I like the articulation and rhyme scheme of the poem. A lovely piece of poetry, thanks for sharing. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.